Hello! I know, it took quite a lot of time to write this epilogue for the story - and I'm sorry about that, but I was kind of busy getting my bachelors and actually doing good. Anyways, this is the end of the story (kind of) - if I get the inspiration to come back and edit some of the chapters, and making more between chapter 17 and the epilogue, I will do it since I know there are some mistakes in what I've written, but then again - English is not my first language, so it was bound to have some mistakes. But as of yet, I'm not planning on doing it right now.

My very first story is finished, it's almost unbelievable! Thank you for reading and commenting and everything else you can do here! I am working on some other stories at the moment, and those will be put up sometime soon (hopefully).

Epilogue

Everything was perfect, not a single finger could be placed on her decorating skills for this small party. The large green area decked out with food, drinks and the comfiest pillows on the darn uncomfortable chairs. A setup in the corner was made so a fire could me made to heat them all up if needed and she had a feeling it would be required to start a fire, just for the fun of it.

A loud bang from inside had her rolling her eyes and walking into the living room, scanning the room for the cause but finding nothing. A sigh escaping her as two cold hands found their way around her waist and under her shirt, laying flat against her stomach for heat – and not for the first time and she was guessing neither the last.

"You have to relax, babe." A soft kiss delivered to her cheek and she turned around. "Everything will be fine. They are coming in a few minutes and you've done everything you could possible do to make tonight memorable."

She nodded with a sigh, leaning on him more, her arms snaking around his waist. "I know but I… I just want everything to be perfect tonight."

Shouting and screaming outside, before the doorbell rung interrupted the soft kiss he'd engaged her in. She pulled back from him and looked at him with raised eyebrows, as he rolled his eyes but opened the door anyways and she found her way to his side and greeted their friends with big smiles and tight hugs.

"Thank God!" Exclaimed Paris and quickly made her way into the house, almost running towards the down-stairs bathroom.

"I told her to pee before we left." Said her husband before sighing and walking towards the back of the house, towards the backyard and the designated spot for tonight's gathering.

Before they could close the door, the black SUV with another couple of their friends drove up to the house, emptying the backseat and coming to greet them both with hugs and kisses.

"Thanks for the invite, mate. Not really sure why you need to formal setting and all, since we see each other twice a week."

She rolled her eyes and slapped their friend lightly on the arm. "Don't be a party-pooper, Finn. Just get in."

Lifting his hands in fake surrender he entered their house, ushering his wife besides him as they walked towards the backyard and joined their other friends there, waiting for the hosting couple to join them and explain the reason for the formal gathering.

Laughter and excited talk filled the hallway as they walked towards their friends in the backyard, opening the glass door her thighs was hugged tightly by several small arms.

"What are you rascals doing?" She asked and looked down at the three kids around her legs and waist, raising her eyebrows she smiled. "Did you see the tree-house uncle Colin finally build for you?"

As soon as she said the word 'tree-house', the three kids were running towards the aforementioned house and climbing the small tree to get in the new hiding place first.

"Great Gilmore. Now I not only have to worry about my husband getting hurt, my kids too. What kind of an aunt are you?" Paris snarked as she looked at her kids climbing the tree and shouting at each other to get away from their new tree-house.

"Don't worry love," Finn said and winked at her before placing his two-year-old son on the ground and giving him a soft clap on the diaper-covered bottom. "Go play in the tree-house uncle Colin paid someone to build."

They all watched the littlest Rothschild ran to the others and tried to climb the tree but only gaining an inch or so when he jumped and he screamed frustrated and the tears began to roll down his puffy red cheeks. He looked towards the adults and held out his arms.

"Daddy up!" He screamed at Finn who chuckled at his son's antics and shook his head.

"You can do it yourself if you want to play with the big kids, son." He chuckled and his son screamed again at the rejected cry for help. His wife rolled her eyes and got up from her chair at his side and lifted their son up to the small porch on the tree-house.

"You're simply the best dad I've ever seen, Aussie." Paris said sarcastically as Stephanie joined them again, sitting down besides Finn and looked at him unimpressed.

"If you want our son to play with his cousins again, just to prove Paris wrong, then you help him. I don't want to hear him screaming and crying all night." She said and poured a glass of wine, quickly taking a sip and sighing, leaning back against her chair.

Paris looked at Stephanie and the glass of wine in her hand longingly, making Finn smirk at her and her husband, before pouring a glass of wine for himself and winking at the couple on the other side of the table.

"Cheers, mates!"

Paris scowled at him before taking a sip of her sparkling water and almost shattering the glass with the force she put it down on the table with. "Don't mock me, Aussie."

"Only four more months until you can have a glass, Paris." Finn said with a wide smirk before looking at her husband. "Or a glass of scotch, mate."

"Finn stop talking," Logan said and looked at Paris. "And to circle back to your earlier comment – I don't get hurt that much. I only get hurt when I'm with the kids."

She lifted a brow at him, looking severely unimpressed. "And how is that supposed to comfort me, Huntzberger? If I take you to the hospital once more I actually think we'll get the x-rays taken for free."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, laying her hand on her round belly, Logan's following hers on her rounded stomach and she looked at him again. "And don't even think about it. This is the absolute last one I'm having."

Finn laughed, Steph joining him as Logan looked at her and shrugged. "Suit yourself, Paris. As long as the baby is healthy and a boy, I'll be happy." He said and looked at Rory and Colin, still standing at the front of the table, looking over the garden and watching the kids' happy play, the adults talking and having fun. "So what did you brings us here for? What couldn't wait until the usual dinner Friday?"

Rory looked at Colin, taking his hand in hers and smiled widely before looking back over to their friends.

"Your kids will not be the only ones in the future playing in the tree-house." Colin said with a big smile and squeezed Rory's hand quickly.

"What?" Paris said with a frown, making Finn chuckle and Logan roll his eyes.

"Paris." Rory said slightly annoyed.

"Yeah?"

"We're pregnant."